Posted by Lucky Guy on January 30, 2003 at 14:58 [66.19.41.83]
In high school, I was the student manager and statistician for the girls' tennis team. That may sound unusual but can you think of a better way to be the only guy amongst a dozen girls. I was dating a sophomore girl my own age at the time, but the subject of my fantasies was a senior girl who was the star of the team. She was a tall blonde with an incredible figure, long shapely legs, and flowing blonde hair. To top it all off she even had great tits and was one heck of a tennis player as well. my hands were sore from masturbating about her.
As great looking as she was, she was even more stuck-up, though. She thought she was God's gift to the world and few people were good enough to even talk to her. She was downright nasty to most people. She wouldn't even talk to me, but even to those guys that she did talk to, she was a merciless cock-teaser. She knew how great she was both in looks and on the tennis court. Her personality was constantly at odds with the tennis coach. There were far more practices at which Sandy was being punished than those at which she was not. It became a regular occurrence to see her running extra laps after practice or for her to be doing extra calisthenics while everybody else practiced tennis. There were some afternoons when she didn't even get to pick up a tennis racket as she was too busy doing pun-ishment exercises. One particular afternoon, she had to run thirty laps around the tennis courts (5 miles) for not wearing a bra to a match and then swearing at the coach when she insisted that she wasn't going to play without one. I got tired just watching her do all that running, but she was such a great athlete, her punishments didn't seem to faze her. In fact, they probably had the opposite effect. They just got into better shape, making her an even better tennis player and consequently making her even more conceited.
Finally, the coach came up with a better way to punish Sandy. One day she was playing in a very important match and in the middle of the match she called time-out and starting walking off the court. The umpire kept asking her where she was going, but Sandy did not answer. The umpire continued to press the issue until Sandy finally shot back, "I have to go take a fucking shit, o-kay!" The umpire immediately defaulted her for using profanity and we lost the match and the con- ference championship because of it. The coach was madder than I'd ever seen her.
Sandy showed up at practice the next day fully expecting to spend the entire afternoon running. The coach showed up with a small can of paint in her hand and one of those tiny brushes you'd find in a children's paint by numbers set. Sandy's punishment was having to paint the lines on the tennis court using only that tiny little brush. The expression on her face when told of this punishment was priceless. This was certainly a humiliating punishment to have to endure, but she had even a worse humiliation coming.
At first, Sandy refused to do the punishment, but when threatened with being kicked off the team for defying the coach, she reluctantly began her work. Apparently, she didn't want to ruin her chances of getting a tennis scholarship to college. As the other girls practiced, Sandy was hard at work painting. You could tell that she was fuming at having to do such demeaning work and the other girls (whom Sandy always treated like shit) just loved to see the princess being humbled like this. Most girls you'd feel sorry for, but Sandy definitely had this coming for quite some time. There was even more humiliation in store for her, though.
As the afternoon wore on, Sandy had been busy painting for quite some time but wasn't making much progress using only that small brush. Suddenly, she got up and starting walking towards the locker room. The coach told her to stop and get back to work, to which she replied, "I have to go take a fucking shit, o-kay!" She had used the same words that she said to the umpire at the match. The coach was furious that Sandy had obviously still not learned her lesson. She ordered the girl back to her painting and again, under the threat of being kicked off the team, Sandy had no choice but to comply. "Since you still refuse to ask permission like a proper young lady should, you can just hold it in while you finish your work." "Mrs. R, may I please go to the girls' room?" Sandy asked meekly. "Too late!" the coach snapped back, "You had your chance before, now paint!" I could tell by the way she pressed her legs together and the distressed look on her face that she really did need to use the toilet. But she had pushed the coach too far this time, and she was determined to make Sandy suffer. Sandy didn't bother to argue. I'm sure she could tell how mad the coach was and figured the less she complained, the less she'd have to paint and the sooner she'd be able to drop her load in the toilet.
But soon was not soon enough for poor Sandy. My eyes were fixated upon her the whole time as she grew more and more desperate to move her bowels. It was exquisite to watch this gorgeous, stuck-up brat struggling to do her punishment while desperately trying to hold on to her bowel movement. Suddenly, Sandy just dropped her paint brush and clutching her stomach, starting running for the locker room. She didn't run fast enough, though. After only a few steps, she stopped, screamed, "Oh No! Dammit!" and then had an accident. She froze in her tracks for several minutes as you could see a bulge growing in the back of her tight white shorts. After the movement had a chance to settle a little in her panties, you could even see outlines of the messy brown load. The combination of white shorts and white panties didn't do much to conceal the girl's shameful accident. After it had all come out in her pants, a very humiliated Sandy ran crying for the locker room bathroom.
She was in that bathroom for quite a long time before she emerged a quite contrite and humbled young lady. The other girls on the squad (who made excuses to go into the locker room to watch "the event") told me that she had to take a shower to wash off the mess. But the coach did make her wash out her panties and shorts by hand in the sink. Mercifully, the coach (probably feeling a little guilty that she let Sandy's punishment go this far), let her off from the rest of her painting punishment and let her go home.
The rest of the tennis team was delighted to have seen the ultra-perfect, ever so stuck-up Sandy be so totally humiliated in front of everyone. They told me that she was crying the whole time while washing out her soiled clothes in the girls' locker room sink. I was delighted to have seen Sandy do this as well, but I suspect in a very different way than the girls on the team - well, different than most of them, anyway. Of course, by the next day in school, everyone knew of poor Sandy's messing accident. This added even more shame to the humbled girls' humiliation. She went from "Princess Sandy" to "Sandy Shitpants" overnight.
It was quite and experience for the beautiful, nasty girl and quite an experience for me as well. That's not to say that Sandy was nice to people after that, but she never acted quite as stuck-up as she did before. It was quite and experience for me as well -- an accident fetish enthusiast ever since.
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